Close As Strangers

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I asked Collin to drive me back home, as I tried to persuade Liz about talking to management. As I ended my call with Liz, I threw down my phone and crawled back into bed to cry my eyes out. I layed in bed, missing Luke for hours until I fnally had the courage to get up and change out of my dress. I looked down at my phone. No notifications, as usual. I just wanted to keep hearing his voice, but the interveiws just weren't enough. I couldn't help myself, I called his number yet again. Hearing his voicemail over and over. One more time, just one more time I'm going to call him. I looked down at my screen and pressed call. This time, it rang once.

"Hello?"

"Luke?" I asked hopefully.

"I'm sorry, this isn't Luke, this is managment, we are blocking this number due to so many calls, and we would respect if you would delete this number. Thank you, good day."

I sat in my covers speechless. The call ended, and I took my phone furiously, instantly calling Liz.

"Sweetheart, Arden, I don't know what to say." Was all Liz said after my explanation.

"Please." I choked. "Just please tell Luke, he'll do something." I pleaded. Liz went silent. "Please." I whimpered like a five year old.

"I'll see what I can do. Good night Arden."

Well now what? I just got blocked from my boyfriend, and Liz really didn't sound like she wanted to help me. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe all of this is just bull shit because Luke wants to break up with me, and they're doing this until I break up with him, because he doesn't want to be mean.

No. No, no no! Arden don't think like this. Stop, relax. Luke is busy, he still loves you. He still loves you the way he did before he left.

I layed back down, rethinking these past months in my head. How could I go from, being drunk in love, to missing somebody so much.

"Arden? Arden, you okay?" I hid from my mom under my covers. "Arden, honey, tell me what's wrong." She came and sat on my bed, pulling my covers off just enough to exspose my head, it actually seemed like she cared. "I know, I know. You miss Luke." She brushed her hand though my hair, trying to calm me down as I hiccuped in my cries.

"I just- I don't know what to say, This long distance thing is hard."

"Have you been seeing other guys?" She asked, I looked up at my mom.

"Of course not." I rolled over, starting to feel sick in my stomach.

"Well." She began, pushing my hair from my face. "If you really love him, you'll have to stick it out."

"I know." I mumbled. But before I knew it, I was running out of my room, and throwing my head over the toilet, barfing up food I haven't eaten in days.

"Arden!" My mom screeched, running after me. "I'm going to make you some food, I bet you haven't eaten all day."

She was right, but I don't think that's the reason why I didn't feel good. Usually, being hungry ended up in a stomach ache, this wasn't even an ache. It was just the throwing up. I've had this feeling every morning for the past few days, it felt as if somebody was kicking me in my stomach.

After I cleaned myself up I went downstairs to see a huge feast layed out on the kitchen table. I sat down and waited for my mom until I began eating. I filled my plate with pancakes, fruit, hashbrowns, and a few peices of bacon. My mom looked at me with her eyes wide.

"I haven't eaten in days." I shrugged, spreading butter on my pancakes. My mom and I ate in scilence, ocasionally having a joke here and there. We talked about my future plans for college, and for Luke. I loved this side of my mom, this side wasn't very easy to recieve, I haven't been this open with her in years.

After my mom and I finished eating, she offered to go shopping with me. I politely rejected her offer, I didn't feel very well. My head felt heavy, I still felt like vomiting, I was a little dizzy, and it felt like I was being kicked in the stomach.

"Can I take you to the doctor?" My mom offered. I shook my head no, yet again rejecting her offers. "You know what?" She began. "You don't have a choice, you have 10 minutes to get ready and be in the car." She said sternly. "You look horrible, and I'm scared you're slipping into a depression."

I did as my mom told me. I got dressed, and got in the car. I didn't care to shower, or put on make-up. Who was there to impress? As we got to the doctors my stomach pains grew worse, they weren't even cramps, just pains.

"Arden." The doctor called, holding the door open for me as I clenched my stomach, the pain was unbearable. I sat down in her office, she was squeezing my arms, drawing my blood.

"I'm going to run some tests on your blood. While that's happening Im going to ask you a few questions."

I shook my head yes.

"Is there something making you sad?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"My boyfriend Luke, he's on tour with his band. I miss him."

"Luke? Band? Okay." She said jotting down notes. "How sick do you feel from a 1-10"

"8"

"Ms.Martin." Another Nurse interrupted, closing the door behind her. "Arden's blood test are here." She handed my doctor papers, nicely stapled together.

My doctor read over the notes, flipping back and forth from each page before she actually spoke. "Well, I don't know what to say Arden. It looks like everything's fine for you and your baby."

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wow okay so she's pregnant. have fun with your emotions.

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